The SSSP (Super-Sxy-Success Plan)

Regina’s (a.k.a My) party at my house was at a booming success, filled with brash and rash parties. I couldn’t take the noise and mess so I locked myself up in my bedroom to go on my laptop. As I laid on the bed I looked up some how-to’s articles for self-confidence, appeal and how to ask out the most gorgeous guy at school, Ricky Montanez. I’ve been his friend for a while and he broke up with his GF 2 weeks ago and I guess I want to be the girl who will sweep him off his feet. Sure I’m not super-mega-thin-Cosmo cover worthy-model but there’s something in my mind that says we can be together. I clicked the article and out of the blue, Ricky bashed in my room. I covered myself with my laptop (Not fully, I’ll tell you that) and he completely hypnotize me with his Hershey-colored eyes. “Hey Celeste.” He said in a rough voice. “Hey… what happened?” He crawled in the bed weakly and laid near my fat stomach and said “Got in a fight and kind of barged myself in safety..” I loved how he said that. “So.. whatcha doing?” “I’m… researching?” “Oh” My heart was beating like a timpani concert, in short but loud levels. I gotta do it. I’m gonna do it. “Ricky? There’s something I had been meditating in my mind.” “K.” “Will you… go out with me?” I said with a big smile. He nodded his head no then said “I’m sorry C, but I only like you…” (Don’t say, don’t say it!! I will just die if you do!!) “As a friend.” He said with a sympathetic grin. I grew grimace and dashed out in the party of chaos. I went up on the den, which is a karaoke stand. I yanked it out of someone’s hands and yelled “ GET THE FREAK OUT OF HERE!” letting the mic screech. They all exit out of here but Ricky was the very last. That brought tears in my eyes which brought me in the bathroom. Luckily Regina came to comfort me. "C, what happen?" she asked, holding me. "R-r-r Ricky said no when I-i-i asked him o-out!" I blubbered. "Oh.. It's OK, C. Not everyone gets what they want." That's just the thing, I never get what I want.